25 VIII
Our Adventure Draws to a Close.
And I Fob Off a Problem Upon Eva.
I am running out of space in this journal; only a handful of pages remain to be filled. But I am nearing the end of this particular tale, and soon it will be time to put this book into Eva’s hands and begin another.
I have not had chance to write much for some days. The last, oh, many pages were written as I recovered, and that is a process which lasted a while. I cannot describe the extent of my weariness following the explosion, nor the physical toll those days took upon my body, but I was useless for some time afterwards. Pense and Ori were little better.
Ny made a great drama out of it, of course. I may never walk again, he declared, when he was recovered enough to regain his usual shape. I shall be a crippl
